Sainte -Maxime

Sun over sea
gleams gold

the gold of years.

We’re flying
a super highway

so fast the past
reverses:

days tumble
into years

it's been weeks
since months

made sense.

Sun on sea
glows red,

rose sunset

sleeps behind
the three hills

& the fishing
boats illume

the vastness.

Above constellations
layer behind layer

Vega sparks blue
then orange

fixed stars
pulsars

unthinkable
infinity.

You tread
carefully

between
pitfalls

I plunge on
heedless

of the curve:
throw wildfire

to the wind
& watch it

burn.